I took Toby for a walk at Lost Lake Park, which on the drive there I realized would be a great place to explore the hills on the bike. I haven’t really posted about it, but I had a problem with tendinitis at the insertion point of my Achilles tendon. The trainer has been helping me, and I finally felt up to testing it.
As always, humanity tends to find a way to disappoint.
The ankle held up well on this short hike. I think I am not quite 100%, but I am pleased with my progress. For a long time it felt like it wasn’t getting better, and it was really painful. The trainer kept telling me that the big tendons take a long time to heal, and I guess he was right. He also told me I pushed myself too hard too soon, like his fucking kinesiology degree gives him some great insight. (I actually really like the guy which is why I pay him a lot to train me. He has really helped me make a lot of progress from a sorry state.)
A little over a year ago I would have dealt with my stress at the bar. I have not had a drop of alcohol since the heart attack, so over a year now. I don’t miss it, and wish J had quit years earlier. That, diet, and slowly gaining physical strength and conditioning through exercise has left me feeling pretty good. I worked for a few hours on opposition to class certification motion while Toby napped in the office, and I feel pretty good again. Kirby is pissed off about the rain, though.